The Plain of Dreams

This poem grew suddenly from one line that caught my eye, it took about fifteen minutes to be complete and I present it here, now.





The Plain of Dreams - 10 May 10

On the Plain of Dreams
I sit, waiting for the sunrise
The images I carry
Still scattered about me
Mostly viewed
Some unwanted
But some
Still wrapped
Maintaining their mystery

Wondering now
When I will get permission
To open them
To reveal
The promises contained
Within

I hear the whisper
...not yet...
And I begin to grow
Impatient
But I will keep my
Patience
Till permission is granted

The sky is pale
The sun not far behind
And the horizon
Begins to flame





I would like to say thank you to my Muse for all assistance given - without that help, life would be so uninspiring.